I Am Who I Was And Who

Because It Seemed Too Simple To Accept That Life Was An Act Of Faith.

Haters Are Confused Admirers Who Can’t Understand Why Everybody Else Likes You

Considering The Way The World Is, One Happy Day Is Almost A Miracle.

Our Body Remains Alive, Yet Sooner Or Later Our Soul Will Receive A Mortal Blow. The Perfect Crime--for We Don't Know Who Murdered Our Joy, What Their Motives Were, Or Where The Guilty Parties Are To Be Found.

In A Few More Days I'd Anticipated Telling Veronika That Our Injections Had Cured Her Heart Condition. But In Light Of Her Unscheduled Departure Form Villette My Telling That Particular Lie Will Not Be Required. The Majority Of People Who Attempt Suicide Repeat That Attempt Until They Succeed. I Took A Risk In Lying To Her About Her Condition, I Decided To Test The Only Remedy I Have Come To Have Any Faith In: Awareness Of Life. Until She Finds Out From Some Other Doctor That She Is Perfectly Healthy. She'll Consider Each Day A Miracle. Which In My View It Is.